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Ring my bell Twelve priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up in a row, totally nude in a garden, while a sexy, big breasted model danced before them. Each priest had a small bell attached to his willy, and they were told that anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained, because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity. The beautiful model danced before the first candidate, with no reaction She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until she got to Carlos. Poor Carlos. As she danced, his bell began to ring so loudly that it flew off. It clattered across the garden and came to rest in the rose bushes. Embarrassed, Carlos quickly scrambled over to retrieve the bell, and while bending over to pick it up, all the other bells started to ring.
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In a small village just outside Dublin, Big Paddy, the not-so-bright farmer’s boy, wanted to earn a bit of extra cash over the summer. So he decided to offer his services around the village as a “handy man.” He knocked on the door of a fancy house and asked the owner, “Any odd jobs needin’ doin’?” The man thought for a moment and said, “Well, I could use someone to paint the porch. How much would you charge?” Paddy beamed. “How about £50?” “Deal!” said the man. “The white gloss paint and brushes are in the garage.” His wife, overhearing from the kitchen, whispered, “That's a lot of work - does he realize the porch goes all the way around the house?” The man shrugged. “Let’s not judge - it might teach the eejit a lesson.” A few hours later, Paddy knocked on the door again. “All done!” he said proudly. “And I even had enough paint left for two coats!” The man, impressed, handed him £50 and threw in a £10 tip. “Thanks very much!” said Paddy. “Oh - and by the way, it’s not a Porch... it’s a Mercedes.”
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I was driving ours around the farm when I was 10.
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Four guys were at hunting camp. They had to bunk two to a room. No one wanted to room with Daryl because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. The first guy slept with Daryl and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. The other two said, "Man, what happened to you?" He said, "Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night." The next night it was the second guy’s turn. In the morning, same thing happens again, his hair is standing up, eyes all bloodshot. The other two said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He said, "Man, that Daryl shakes the roof. I sat up and watched him all night." The third night was Frank’s turn. Frank was a big burly ex-football player; a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning," he said. The other two couldn’t believe it! He looked rested and wide awake. They asked, "Man, what happened?" He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed, patted his butt and kissed him on the cheek good night. Daryl sat up and watched me all night."